At The Roadhouse
Three teams were overnighting at this roadhouse, including juusi and milo's team. tables and chairs were set around the lounge.
Texas Roadhouse
Cletus sat the pitcher down on the table and slid into the bench. "Whoah, man. Check them out," he motioned with his eyes toward the men walking in the door. Five snake-men, all in jeans and riding leathers, shirtless but wearing vests with "Cobras"...
Journey to the West: Rescue
Taking opportunities at roadhouses to hitch a ride on trucks heading in the same direction, mike took cover in their trailers. now, however, he was in the desert with no ride.
Graceland
Outside, in the flickering light from the roadhouse's sign, he could get a better look at the fox.
Black Project Files Chapter 14: Roswell part 2
Most of the crowd came by from a roadhouse 40-50 miles away from the site. the predeator of 30 or 40 square miles is fenced in and guarded with armed mps trying to keep the crowd back. even though it was mr.
Remaking the herd Gluttony
Slowly the young excited unicorn approached the roadhouse, the huge handsome centaur stallion pranced up to the newcomer. his huge dinner plate sized hooves throwing up massive ragged clumps of turf.
The Paleontology of Regret
Jeff reed said he saw a tiger at the roadhouse, too. just after lisa came to him complaining about dean." "and?" there was only one family of tigers in cannon shoals, and none of them drove vans.
Tides of Grozdov
Situated right in the middle of silk road, at eridania's threshold, the city had gently sustained itself as an overgrown roadhouse for the never-ending trade routes.
New Horse In Town: Bound For Colorado, cont'd
Spotting a "lock 'n load roadhouse" ahead on the right, he turned into the crowded parking lot and found a spot around the side of the building.
Open Season Chapter 19: Enter The Coona
She replied in her best 'roadhouse' accent "hey ya big stud! give mama some sugga!" holding her arms out and giving him a chest shimmy. they both laughed. "damn kc. youz look gorgeous!" bruno grinned widely at the well-built raccoon. "_what_?
One More for the Road
His first stop was the lincoln street roadhouse, always a reliable haunt. even at 6pm it was fairly busy. leo mazzi, the old barkeep, said his dad hadn't been in.
Count Every Beautiful Thing
And where the lincoln street roadhouse catered to the lumberjacks, and annie's to the fishermen, and three sheets to the tourist crowd, caps drew an eclectic mix. it _felt_ like the town could make something of itself.